Percy Jackson and the Dark Elites

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Frank

Frank had been assisting with repairs for a week now. He'd been asked to turn into everything from a dragon to a weasel. He was getting pretty tired of it. 

Thankfully, the Romans were excellent at quick construction. The main thing slowing them down was the Greek children of Athena and Hephaestus who insisted they keep their original architecture. Frank wanted to talk to Annabeth about the disputes, but he knew which side she was on. She was an architect. He didn't feel like bothering her anyways. This news about Omega must've hit her pretty hard. 

Thankfully, she and Piper hadn't been pulled apart by the craziness. They seemed to be spendingmore time together. 

The camp had been reconstructed similar to the way it was before, only with more safety precautions. There were landing pads for Elite ships and airtight bunkers under every cabin. The Elites installed a dome around the camp for protection. It was completely invisible and anyone could pass through at any time. It had the ability to lock down at a moments notice. 

Blaze came to see Frank around noon.

"How are things on your end?" She asked.

"Fine. There's some tension, but we're okay." He told her. 

"I guess it'll do. Something's come up." 

That got his attention. "Something like what?" 

"Your girlfriend's sister. The one that came to the meetup with Percy Jackson."

"Bianca?"

"Yes. She's here. My Elite doctors are checking her out. I came right to you. I'm going to find Chiron, I think he should talk to her."

"What about Nico?" Frank wondered. 

"I think he should observe. Right now she is unbelievably lucid, I don't want to ruin that." 

"Unbelievably?" 

Blaze turned around. "You'll see. Secret, take him."

The Gray Elite led Frank to the Nyxis, where she opened the doors and let Frank right in. The ship was in its jet form, so the inside looked like a clean factory. The walls were white, with electronic panels every few yards. There was a dark metal walkway standing three feet above the white ground. 

"How do you use this much technology? Are some of you mortal?"

"Unfortunately not," Secret said. "Some mortals wanted to join, but they'd get delirious and confused within a couple weeks. The mist and all that."

"So how do you demigods do it?" 

"Trial met the goddess Iris before all of this started. She was given a metal cuff that Haephestus designed, Iris assumed it would help conceal her from Chaos. It was designed to conceal people from the gods."

"Is that how you hide so well?"

"Yes," Secret said. 

"Is Trial doing okay?" He asked cautiously. "I know she had a brother."

"She's fine. Doesn't see the point in wearing her hood anymore, but that makes sense."

"How?"

Secret turned to face him. Frank stared at the crystals. "No one left to protect, I guess."

She continued down the path and showed him the elevator 

"Infirmary is just above. Hit two."

"Okay..."